In the front room of a third-story apartment sits ancient dentist chair, its scarlet leather worn smooth from the heads that have rested upon it. It hasn’t been used for dental work since mid last century.
Hunter, a hustler whose latest address is a filthy squat, has been in the chair before—but usually he gets himself there on his own two feet. This time he wakes in it, feverish, sick. He has time to process the needle in his arm, the clear tubing running from it, and then he’s out again.
All anyone on the street knows about Colin is he’s a vampire, he pays cash, and all he wants from you is your blood. Which is too bad, because most of the guys on the street would do him for free, including Hunter, who wakes again after the fever breaks to find he’s been moved to a back room of Colin’s apartment, an inner sanctum no one else on the street has been let into before, at least that they know of.
But why? And what does Colin Marsten want from him, of all people?
“Puncture” is a 9500-word erotic gay vampire romance.
It was ok. Not sure that helped the story/my impression of Hunter. I didn't understand the point of tattooing the names of the vampires before. I didn't want Hunter humping the other donors. I wanted more interaction between him and Colin. I felt there wasn't enough information for me to understand the kind of vampire Colin was. But that was pretty much the sole interest in the book. There was too little connection between Colin and Hunter. This deserved more room to develop into something concrete for the pair.